John Clare - Hope Quotes

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Hopeless hope hopes on and meets no end,
Wastes without springs and homes without a friend.

John Clare

This world has suns, but they are overcast;
This world has sweets, but they're of ling'ring bloom;
Life still expects, and empty falls at last;
Warm Hope on tiptoe drops into the tomb.

John Clare

To-morrow comes, true copy of today,
And empty shadow of what is to be;
Yet cheated Hope on future still depends,
And ends but only when our being ends.

John Clare

Now musing o'er the changing scene Farmers behind the tavern screen Collect; with elbows idly press'd On hob, reclines the corner's guest, Reading the news to mark again The bankrupt lists or price of grain. Puffing the while his red-tipt pipe He dreams o'er troubles nearly ripe, Yet, winter's leisure to regale, Hopes better times, and sips his ale.

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